Dalton Russell:
I’m no martyr. I did it for the money. But it’s not worth much if you can’t face yourself in the mirror. Respect is the ultimate currency. I was stealing from a man who traded his away for a few dollars. And then he tried to wash away his guilt. Drown it in a lifetime of good deeds and a sea of respectability. It almost worked, too. But inevitably, the further you run from your sins, the more exhausted you are when they catch up to you. And they do. Certain. It will not fail.
Axel:
You got a fifty dollar bill?
Jon Flint:
I got a wife and three kids. I haven’t seen a fifty in twelve years.
Deklan: What now for the hollow-hearted soldier?/When the beast of battle digs in its claws and a soul sets sail in eternal pause./Survival's true cost is growing older./Where to for the man without a mission?/When the cries of combat cease to sound and the ones once brave all lie in the ground./The warrior's new war is attrition./What hope an entire war cherish?/To brave a new battle or to perish.
Deklan: Brother… /When you raise your shield,/So will I./Sister… /When you charge at the enemy,/So will I./And if death awaits us,/Calling his warriors home,/Let me go die smiling by your side./For we are family.
Zuwanie:
[reading from the dedication of a book he wrote decades earlier]
THE GUNFIRE AROUND us makes it hard to hear. But the human voice is different from other sounds. It can be heard over noises that bury everything else. Even when it’s not shouting. Even when it’s just a whisper. Even the lowest whisper can be heard – -over armies… when it’s telling the truth.
Lt. Steven McCaffrey:
Look at him… That’s my brother goddammit!
[Axel sees Rosewood with a huge pistol]
Axel Foley:
Yo, man! What’s that for?
Billy Rosewood:
After the shootout at the club, I figured I needed more firepower.
Axel Foley:
Yo man, we gotta talk, seriously. Who do you think you are, Clint Eastwood? Dirty Rosewood?
Policeman: So, what you doin here?
Turkish: I'm taking the dog for a walk. What's the problem?
Policeman: What's in the car?
Turkish: Seats and a steering wheel.
[Axel sees Rosewood with a huge pistol]
Axel Foley: Yo, man! What's that for?
Billy Rosewood: After the shootout at the club, I figured I needed more firepower.
Axel Foley: Yo man, we gotta talk, seriously. Who do you think you are, Clint Eastwood? Dirty Rosewood?
Andre Davis:
We got twenty-one bridges in and out of Manhattan. Shut them down. Three rivers. Close them. Four tunnels. Block them. Stop every train and loop the subways. Then, we flood the island with blue.
Lee Butters:
You have the right to remain silent, so shut the fuck up, okay? You have the right to an attorney. If you can’t afford an attorney, we’ll provide you with the dumbest fucking lawyer on earth. If you get Johnny Cochrane, I’ll kill ya!